I went to an event last night and dressed quite glam for the occasion (for me) in a sparkly dress I got
from a swishing party. That's a party where you take along clothes or
accessories that are decent but no longer your thing, and swap them for
something that is. I'm afraid I don't have pics... mind, I'm kind of
ashamed of my hair! I have dyed it Raspberry Rebel ahead of my wedding,
but my hair is rubbish at taking dye, and 2 boxes have left a lot of
hair still brown. So another 2 boxes have been acquired... all in all my
hair will have cost £15 to colour.
If you're wondering why I don't just go to the hairdressers, I must
admit that they slightly scare me, and not just because I have to put
my hand in my pocket. I don't know why it is, but I turn into a mouse
and can't say what I want to them. I've only been a few times, and most
visits have just been awful. In the past, hairdressers have insisted on
giving me perms I didn't ask for, fringes I didn't ask for, stupid one
inch layers, left perming solution on my hair so long that it burned my
hair and all broke off, and several times, after I've gone in with my
several years' growth of untouched hair, they've gone a bit
scissor-crazy and just cut off far too much. I've also been massively
underquoted as professionals have encountered my dye-resistant hair and
had to charge me for additional boxes and time.
So, pics only when it looks decent.
Here's something that has worked: a friend has treated me to some false nails and helped me apply them:
Girly hands!
I must admit, things are a bit trickier to do with nails like this, but they do look fab.
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